Hippie Kai Yay Motha Flicka

Fuzz Jam

Byung-Chul Han Sayings...

 

Waiting for Business...

True North

Ren - Chalk Outlines

Utopia or Heterotopia?

Yorgos Lanthimos Video - Baby Asteroid

Grissini Project

Tribute to Syd Barrett

Em Beihold, "Senses"

Billie Toppy

Sacatela

Accountant

Wife

Age b4 Biuty

Do we Ever Stop Selling???

WWJD?

Daydream in D for Cello - Eric Kinny

Afghan Whigs

Djelem Djelem

Witch Hunt

The night is black without a moon

The air is thick and still

The vigilantes gather on

The lonely torch lit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light

Faces are twisted and grotesque

Silent and stern in the sweltering night

The mob moves like demons possessed

Quiet in conscience, calm in their right

Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise with burning eyes

Of hatred and ill-will

Madmen fed on fear and lies

To beat and burn and kill

They say there are strangers who threaten us

In our immigrants and infidels

They say there is strangeness too dangerous

In our theaters and bookstore shelves

Those who know what's best for us

Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge, quick to anger

Slow to understand

Ignorance and prejudice

And fear walk hand in hand

Has Anything Changed?...

Song for Sharon

Cultural Commentary

The Joke

Something's always wrong - Toad the Wet Sprocket

Red Right Hand

Take a little walk to the edge of town

And go across the tracks

Where the viaduct looms

Like a bird of doom

As it shifts and cracks

Where secrets lie in the border fires

In the humming wires

Hey man, you know

You're never coming back

Past the square, past the bridge

Past the mills, past the stacks

On a gathering storm

Comes a tall handsome man

In a dusty black coat with

A red right hand

He'll wrap you in his arms

Tell you that you've been a good boy

He'll rekindle all the dreams

It took you a lifetime to destroy

He'll reach deep into the hole

Heal your shrinking soul

But there won't be a single thing that you can do

He's a god, he's a man

He's a ghost, he's a guru

They're whispering his name

Through this disappearing land

But hidden in his coat

Is a red right hand

You don't have no money?

He'll get you some

You don't have no car?

He'll get you one

You don't have no self-respect

You feel like an insect

Well don't you worry buddy

'Cause here he comes

Through the ghettos and the barrio

And the Bowery and the slum

A shadow is cast wherever he stands

Stacks of green paper in his

Red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares

You'll see him in your dreams

He'll appear out of nowhere but

He ain't what he seems

You'll see him in your head

On the TV screen

Hey buddy, I'm warning

You to turn it off

He's a ghost, he's a god

He's a man, he's a guru

You're one microscopic cog

In his catastrophic plan

Designed and directed by

His red right hand

Kick it Up a Notch!

Opioid Blues

Party Sickness

Wild